Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Not Feelin' the Fev-ver Love

No, Human, I am not coming over there to play fev-vers with you right now. L-o-n-g wandy things are my enemies, as you should know if you have been paying attention. And yes, I did notice that you took that Wicked Neko Fly out of the Drawer of Doom (mercifully detached from its wand), and dangled it tantalizingly near to me. I am sure you noticed I did not respond to your opening gambit. I stayed where I sat, and watched you dangle and play with that thing your own self.You're a pretty slow learner, aren't you?

Spitty, I'll consider forgiving you for even thinking of siding with my LAZY brothers....I mean what would they do without me??? And who would look better at your side in your Furrari? Beautiful me...or my silly brothers...

Spitty, your human is just like ours…a couple cards short of a deck. Just keep working on her. You'll eventually train her to do only YOUR bidding. Purrs and hugs from the kitties at The Cat on My Head, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Josette

Hmm, I think you may have it the wrong way around Spitty... I think your human likes playing with toys and you're not giving her her daily exercise when you ignore her like that. Humans need a daily work out, so I hope you start playing with her again soon!

Star says: I know how you feel, Spitty, but one bad rogue toy shouldn't sour you on all toys. You know you want to play, a little, so I hope you give in soon. By the way, yes indeed, if you come over you can have a private cello performance.. purrrr perhaps we can play together XOXOXOXO

oh, Spittimus, this is so tragical! you got yourself all worked-up and psyched-out and freaked-in and what nots. C'mon, my Panfer Mancat! Get back on that Fev'ver and RIDE! Kill! KILL IT. Look at it, mocking you...are you going to let it get away with such disrespect? No you are not! Run, Spitty! Run and jump and bite and claw and DEAD IT! You can do it, I know you can and I will not rest until you bring me teh head o' teh dastardly Fev'ver on a silver platter.

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I was abducted from the wild at age 10 weeks. I'm 13 now, but I have a hundred generations of feral felinity in me, so I'm not exactly a kuddly kat. I tolerate my Human, who I must admit takes very good care of me. But if she wants affection, she can get a dog.